Researchers in Seattle revealed last year that
captured crows remember the face of their abductor
~ Megan Gannon
You threw the list out the window.
The list I needed to complete the job.
The Plymouth Polara complained.
I didn’t dare.
That was my first clue.
You did not want me to walk out the door.
The five black and blue finger prints
on my bicep
Noted and ignored.
I ironed your shirt.
You did not care for the crease
on the sleeves.
You brandished the iron like a hammer.
Chose your hands instead.
This was the final clue,
the lynch pin that secured my flight.
My mother never liked your hands.